Antagonism, pt. II

So, about an hour after the post before this, my dad comes in and asks me if I would prefer pizza, go out for chinese, or KFC. I told him chinese food, and he said to "tell him when I'm ready, but not too long." I figure this to mean that I should finish up relatively soon. I heard him go and sit down in a chair in the living room, in front of the tv.

About two minutes later, my mom comes in the room and tells me to get ready, because they're "waiting for me." I told her that my dad said to tell him when I was ready, and she told me to get ready. Goddamn it, it's all farking unfair. I'm abiding by what I'm told, but apparently I can't do that.

So then we went out to supper and I didn't eat much, because my stomach was hurting, so I'm hungry again now, and then I had to come home and mow the lawn so I could do something tomorrow.

I hate my life.